Poetry, Psalms, and Prayers

Seacoast Boulevard
My prayer place is at the very end,
where steps of stone just fade away
into eternal depths of sea and sun.
Sailboats reverence, bow, and genuflect.
The nun buoys bob and ring, antiphonally.
The wind intones a canticle, a psalm.
and I announce the glory due today.
First published in Ruah, Vol. XVI 2006,
Power of Poetry--A Celebration
Berkeley, CA

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